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TO PORTLAND ON CASCO BAY 



CLARA ADELIA GOOLD 



PORTLAND 

SMITH & SALE, PRINTERS 
1916 



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COPYRIGHT BY 

CLARA ADELIA GOOLD 

1916 



D^C 20 1916 

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TO PORTLAND ON CASCO BAY 






TO PORTLAND ON CASCO BAY 



T^HY lovers sing thy many charms, 

O Portland, clasped within the arms 

Of Casco Bay, 
Whose throbbing pulses 'gainst thee beat. 
Whose waves wash e'er thy naked feet 

Day after day. 



A lovely Forest City thou, 

For Spring weaves garlands round thy brow 

In vernal crown, 
That ever tempers summer's heats 
In tree-embowered parks and streets. 

Beloved town. 



Thy peopled hills, rock-ribbed and bold, 
O'erlook the isle-gemmed ocean old 

And country-side; 
To wide horizon's distant bound, 
With zone of beauty world-renowned. 

Thou 'rt glorified. 



We sing thy homes, each sacred spot 
From mansion high to humble cot ; 

For what degree, 
The home with school and church shall be 
The trinity that maketh thee, 

Ours on the sea. 



We sing the harbor at thy side 
Where proudest ocean-ship may ride ; 

Thy sheltered strand, 
With busy wharves where ship or fleet 
Can lay their treasures at thy feet, 

From ev'ry land. 



O bright gleams many an island-gem 
That deck full fair thy garment's hem 

Adown the bay ; 
Rock-bound, beach-dimpled and wood-crowned, 
With inn and cottage grouped around 

For summer's day. 

How soft the summer sunshine smiles 
Upon these cool, enchanted isles. 

With airs so clear 
That tourists come back o'er and o'er, 
As birds return to favored shore, 

Year after year ; 



And summer playgrounds for thine own 
Grown children who have not outgrown 

Their need of rest, 
Their souls' delight for pastures green, 
For cooling airs, for waters sheen, — 

Their happy quest; 

Thy barrier-isles, where evermore 
Old Ocean pounds their rocky shore. 

So thy blue bay 
Is haven safe; with throngs elate 
The steamers ply, and sea-craft wait 

Propitious day. 



On isles and shore, the beacons bright 
With earth-born stars illume the night, 

Whose constant rays 
Send messages across the dark 
To stately ship and humble bark. 

To guide their ways. 

Staunch stand thy forts, from adverse fates 
To guard and keep thy city's gates ; 

Forever they 
Will watch the highways of the sea. 
Lest danger come to thine and thee 

By night or day. 




DEERINGS OAKS 



We sing thy parks ; when hot sun falls 
On adamantine walks and walls 

And paved streets, 
On crowded homes and where thy heart 
Throbs fastest in the busy mart, 

What blest retreats, 



In sacred precincts set apart, 
Where Nature joins with kindly Art, 

And lo ! there smile 
Thy shady parks so fresh and fair 
Where all may breathe the cooling air, 

And hours beguile ; 



Where Art strikes with divining rod, 
Till fountain bursts from out the sod 

To fall in spray ; 
Makes arid spaces bud and bloom 
Till many flowers with sweet perfume 

Make glad the day ; 

And Deering's Oaks where roves the throng 
Are hallowed by the light of song 

The wide earth o'er ; 
Idyllic oaks a forest make, 
The hollow glade is limpid lake 

With pleasant shore ; 



And there by rustic bridge 't is spanned, 
Here boats are sailing near the land ; 

And there on isle 
The ducks' lone house with ornate walls, 
And here the sparkling fountain falls 

In spray the while. 

Fair Portland ! yet still more art blest 
In children of thy sacred breast, — 

A mother's pride ; 
And far and wide full many a name 
Now lights thee with a noble fame 

To aye abide ; 



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EARLY HOME OF LONGFELLOW 



The bard was thine whose sweet words reach 
Around the world in rhythmic speech; 

His dreams of thee 
Brought back his youth ; O hallowed earth 
Art thou, the city of his birth, 

Upon the sea. 

He gave to thee, he loved so well, 
A flower of song, an immortelle ; 

Fresh as to-day, 
Untouched by time, 't will sing of thee, 
And give thee immortality 

Fore'er and aye. 



And one for happier firesides wrought 
From palace hall to lowly cot, — 

He was thine own ; 
Whose earnest work has grown and bound 
With ribbons white the world around, 

Linked zone with zone. 



Another, an illustrious son, 

Who in the Nation's halls has won 

Immortal fame ; 
Whose words and deeds on history's page 
Will glorify from age to age 

His honored name. 



Here 'neath a church's sacred dome 
A world-wide movement had its home, 

When earnest band 
Pledged faithful service to their King; 
Lo ! legions now allegiance bring 

From ev'ry land. 

O many more of thine have wrought 
With hand or heart or power of thought, 

For good or need ; 
They 've helped to make thy honored name, 
Have helped to build thy glorious fame, 

By deed on deed. 




HOME OF CHRISTIAN ENDKAVOR M0\ EMEN T 



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Praise to the hardy pioneers, 

Led thee victorious through the years 

Of perils all ; 
Who planted on thy storied ground 
When with primeval forest crowned, 

A hamlet small. 

In the long ages yet to be. 

May children thine. Town by the sea, 

Make fairer name ; 
Long as thy rock-ribbed hills shall stand. 
Long as thy blue waves kiss the land. 

Increase thy fame. 









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